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About Kyoto

Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

Japanese Courtesans

Women past their prime in the pleasure quarters would become either maids or some other sort of helper in the quarter, or end up in prostitution. For a sick.

But then, this random guy at the bar starts talking to us. He’s super loud and kinda annoying. Like, dude, we’re just trying to enjoy our drinks! He’s going on about how he’s a “sake connoisseur.” I’m like, “Bro, it’s just sake.”

House in Minoh Shinmachi